I've been thinking up a storm but it doesn't mean my thoughts are clearing 



burning rage will keep me warm but you're too gone to hear it 



burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge



yearning for a better way than to say 'to hell with this'



I'm twisted again



doubled in pain



a shell of myself is all that will remain



everyday there's something new it just goes on and on 



I try to take a different view still I'm doing something wrong 



burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge 



yearning for a better way to say 'to hell with this'



I'm twisted again



doubled in pain



a shell of myself is all that will remain



bills spilling out onto the floor welcome to life my friend 



working but there's so many more will this shit never end?



too much responsibility I just can't take much more 



and when you act so cold it just points me to that door



I'm twisted again



I'm twisted again



doubled in pain



a shell of myself is all that will remain